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Bakuda mini arc wrap up

This was most definitely not a good day for Ran to be out of commission, Taylor decided.

Honestly, with how much her Shikigami had managed to mitigate the damage done around her even at her worst, she really was starting to feel like maybe they had been a bit too harsh on her. But she was biased.

Her goofy fox had done her very best to keep her alive and healthy — happy even — though it didn't always work out as Ran intended it to. Sure, the floof for brains was one-hundred-percent a total dumbass at times, but despite her rampant vorny brainrot and inability to focus for more than ten minutes at a time, she now knew that Ran was actually trying to help.

Case in point, the fact that one of the capes that had triggered recently in the ABB felt as if they were in her debt simply because Ran had personally mined several tons of radioactive materials for them with nothing but a pickaxe. Sure it was chaotic as fuck to just give a Tinker literal fissile material, and exactly how she managed to pull it off without immediately dying she would never know, but there was something to be said about her fox's instinctive ability to set up events far into the future when everyone was looking away from her many pie-covered fingers.

Taylor didn't think Ran even so much as thought about what she was doing when she did it, but it was building up to become something absurd. Hell, she never knew she'd be glad to see a ramped up Lung while in costume, patrolling the way in front of her to block off Bakuda's ability to target her with the various grenades while she tossed Ofuuda at the various ninja sushi grenade cats that seemed to follow her every move.

"Uwu~" One particularly stubborn two-legged tabby called out in warning as he tossed a foul smelling hairball covered grenade in her general direction. It was as if they wanted her to dodge the attacks with how they actively told her where the grenades were coming from.

… Which made it rather obvious in hindsight that they were setting her up to step in the landmine Bakuda had planted earlier to blow her into the sun. Good thing Ran forced her to carry all those substitution dolls with her everywhere, or she might have actually died.

"Okay." Taylor frowned, her breath coming out in a long, drawn out sigh. "That one was on me." She palmed a stack of special kunai that her Shikigami had forced her to commission from the mass production tinker Masamune and Dragon a couple weeks before because she thought they looked cool.

They definitely looked amazing, and were one hundred percent the best knives she had ever used. And after watching Ran devour a fanfiction called Gentle Whirlpools by PsylentFox, she had come up with a few ideas for how to use her Ofuuda with them to turn them into teleporting containment foam dispensers that would home in on a target based on her will when she threw it.

There was no dodging these, nor outrunning them. One could not block nor hide from them. They could reach you literally anywhere. Their weakness, however? If you managed to knock the Kunai loose, the containment foam would immediately disappear, which made them somewhat impractical to use on anyone with a high enough brute rating.

"Where is your guardian Gumiho?" Lung asked her, tanking a grenade with his face and only letting out a small grunt upon seeing that she was fine. Rolling his neck to work out any kinks, he seemed to stare at her critically for a moment, as if realizing something was wrong. "You may wish to call for her, if you are able."

Unfortunately, Taylor was not able at that particular moment. Which made her want to grind her teeth together and just summon the fox anyways.

If she knew her Shikigami as well as she thought she did, then whatever Ran decided to toss her way would indeed help. The question was more who's sanity would need to be sacrificed to a sleep deprived eldritch abomination that had an obsession with fluffy fox tails.

Not that they hadn't already been dealing with such on a daily basis, but it was generally considered a bad idea to wake up the primary source of chaos in the local area to deal with a relatively small issue. That would be silly.

Honestly, it was pretty impressive how her fox had managed to become so infamous. This was Brockton Bay. Literally no one should have minded a few people going missing when there were literal Nazi gang members lynching people on the street for not being white enough. But with her ability to consume the wrong people at the wrong time, and somehow manage to get caught doing so rather often, Ran had passed off enough Capes that she now technically had a bounty if anyone managed to kill her without killing Taylor in the process.

Oops, her hand slipped and launched a kunai into Bakuda's chest. Totally wasn't her fault at all. It wasn't like she was calling on the ancestor spirits of various shinobi clans within her family lineage to ensure an instant death and simultaneous disarmament of the bomb trigger in her heart… not at all~

Why, if anyone were to tell you otherwise, they were a filthy liar, and should have their tongues scrubbed with lye until all that could come out was the objective truth of their own demise~

… Aaaand now she knew why Ran had told her not to do that. Fuck.

All those present stopped to stare as the heart of the mad bomber teleported — still stuck to the knife — right back into her palm, where her onmyouji powers kicked in and tied the tinker's soul to her power, and forced Bakuda into permanent slavery as her undead minion. Worst part was that she couldn't actually blame Ran for this one, because she was the one who had deliberately ignored the fox's lessons to focus on what she found interesting.

"Well fack me then, I guess." One of the nearby Oni summed it up pretty well, in her opinion. "We got a right proper necromancer here!"

Wait… that was Not an oni. It was a very pettable blond catboy in Australian clothing.

Taylor's hands began to inch towards those twitching kitty ears, her hand landing on top of his soft, silky hair. He began to purr and lean into it as she pet him, enjoying the moment as much as she was from the looks of it.

Though his crossed arms and tapping foot were at odds with his blush and loud purring, and his words only served to add more confusion to the mix. "Why you touching my ears ya bloody cunt? You got a furry fetish or something?" He asked with what seemed like mild embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry." Taylor cringed away, taking her hand off the poor stranger's head. This was one way to make a first impression on someone, she guessed.

"Hold on a minute," The catboy said with a small but embarrassed grin on his face. "I didn't say you could stop now did I?" His eyes were wide like saucers, giving the cutest impression of a kitten she had ever seen.

Taylor couldn't help herself. She pounced.

And thus the onmyouji picked up yet another pet. This time one not immediately bound to her service. How the wonders never cease.

"Uh, boss. You think she'll at least let us have our fun with the bomber bitch?" A young man with a female oni at his side asked Lung with a thoughtful look on his face. He had been with them the entire time, so it was only fair that he got a chance to get a bit of petty revenge now that she was a zombie.

"I wouldn't stick my dick in that if I was paid a Dragon's ransom." The world's best authority on dragons, sex, and culture claimed with a grunt. What he said next, however, was quite the surprise for her. "Young Izanami on the other hand? She would only need to ask."

Her blush felt so warm that she knew it was visible from behind her mask. However, she hadn't practiced with Ran for so long only to be shown up like a virgin by him. "Oh my~" Taylor claimed with a small smile, hiding her masked face behind an ornate paper fan she kept in one of Ran's Sukima. "I Might have to take you up on that later~"

Was this going to bite her in the ass later? Yes. Yes it was. She just hoped that he would also be biting her in the ass later to help make it all worth it.

Looking at the dozens of defeated furries, and the undead bomb tinker that was slowly turning into a tanuki without her direct input, Taylor let out a long-suffering sigh. "Preferably in a way that doesn't involve more paperwork."

"I am a dragon." Lung calmly stated, making his point heard to all involved. "They can kiss my nuts before I'll let them put you through that after this week." Scooping her up in his arms — catboy included — the dragon of culture kidnapped the young princess, and took her back with him to enjoy the remainder of their adrenaline high.

Or to put it bluntly, Taylor and Lung were out of the game for the rest of that evening because they were too busy fucking to care.

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The Empire was becoming a mess.

Bakuda had somehow managed to make a gas grenade that turned her victims into literal furries, with the obvious result of causing those who resisted the airborne drugs to turn on their former comrades for being weak. Or worse yet, different.

Because of the fact that only very few had actively been turned on the spot, with many more turning hours later it became extrordinarily difficult to tell who might become the next one to turn on you, causing mass hysteria and chaos amongst his people.

To add on to this fact, some of the ones who were turned already knew his personal identity and Cape persona, and were on their way to remove him from his position as they spoke. The twins never were subtle, especially when both them and Othalla had become anthropomorphic cats when they had inhaled the gasses outside the building, begging the staff inside to be let in after he had already initiated emergency tinkertech disease control lockdown on the ment by skyhawk2137 skyhawk2137: Swap to 'after' so there's not two 'whens'?

They would arrive shortly to murder him, of that he had no doubt. But likely only after they realized that it was a Gesselschaft product that the tinker had found a way to aerosolize. One that was being made in his own personal labs.

Max Anders liked to believe he was a fairly intelligent man, all things said and done. So he was quick to pick up a burner phone with exactly one contact in it when he knew he was all out of other options. Suffice to say he wasn't pleased with the response he was given.

"You want me to what, just take my entire family and move to the FAE?" Max asked the sharply dressed thinker in front of him with a sigh. "Do you have any idea how absolutely retarded that sounds? He asked her, knowing full well that she was definitely aware.

"You have no other options Max." Contessa told him with a slight tilt of her head. And she was right. He knew it.

He was all out of ways to leave the city, and had no one else he could call upon to help him. The problem was that while he was most certainly going to end up dead if he stayed where he was in the next hour, he would also likely end up dead within mere days of ending up on the other side of her portal, along with his family. Then again…

"If you can make my son experience a trigger event before we all go over, then you have a deal, Contessa." He claimed, holding his hand out for her to shake. Unfortunately she was smart enough not to shake it, but instead looked at him with a raised eyebrow, like he was a particularly stupid puppy.

He would get back at her one day, he swore it. Even if it cost him his soul.

"Get moving." She told him in no uncertain terms. It was either obey her or die trying to resist. He was aware of what happened to those who tried, and he wasn't interested in becoming a lab rat for her pet projects.

So he went through the offered portal, and was met by not only his family, but Brad and Lars who were there with them.

With a near silent snap, the portal closed behind them and they were stranded. It was unfortunate, but they would be able to pull through with this team before him.

Courage and bravery he did not truly feel inflated his presence, making him seem like the main character of an old style fantasy novel as he looked at his long time comrades with a charming smile. There was a crowd of people gathering nearby, the sound of numerous fae and other horrible creatures headed their way with clear murderous intent, and he knew exactly how to deal with those things.

"Band together, my brothers and sisters in arms! For today shall not be your last!" He roared, creating an ever twisting and changing wall of blades to surround the large group of weakened survivors and his own group. Then, he simply expanded it outwards, slaughtering the foul beasts where they were.

"Your days of torment at the hands of the inhuman are over! Today begins the dawn of a new day"

Their heads rose and tears of salvation freely fell from their eyes. "Today, you will witness the birth of and Empire like no other." He gathered more and more iron, forming it both beneath them, around them, and even above them until they were all stood in a perfect Iron castle, and he was seated at a throne of swords and iron skulls. "Today begins the age of man! Glory to mankind!"

The group was captivated, it was all they needed to hear. And those that knew him from before new it was better to let him do his work, and shut their mouths until it was no longer needed.

In time, his castle would grow, and he could add more and more loyal subjects and gather more supplies, but for now at least, it seemed that tis wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. He even felt like the star of his own show for once.

If he were to write a book from his experiences when he got home, he would call it… Another World's Empire: Genocide in a foreign land. It got the point across quite nicely, and ensured only people who were into such things would read it, he was sure.

But why did it give him such an odd feeling?

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AN:

Kitsu: Well I'm exhausted, been up since 8am the day prior with 4 hours of sleep, and it is now 3:15am as of writing this message. I had several things I needed to do, but most importantly, I needed to get more content out for my people to read. This will likely be a bit late to come out on other sites, because of it coming out on first in fact.

Sorry if the quality sucks but I'm dead tired, so I need to sleep.

Pyro Hawk: And I was busy cooking up a (hopefully) nice lasagna for dinner so I couldn't really review Kitsu's work for the latter half of Kaiser's scene whilst he was awake. As for Kaiser's situation, let's go through the checklist: Someone with a Cheat Skill ('Cold' Iron Summoning against the Fey and Fey aligned mythological entities), Pulled out his old world and dumped into a new one (technically it's still the same planet but you might not want to check the accuracy on that statement multiple times even discounting the actions of the mythological creatures in the region and Earth Bet's CUI had done all it could to sever ties to the rest of the planet it wasn't in the process of invading or stealing stuff and parahumans from) and with a belief in his inherent superiority over the locals (usually due to them being lower tech or monsters, even if magic can make 'lower tech' complicated but it still fits) justifying his take over or high place in the hierarchy.

Yes, this is indeed ticking off most of the list for an Isekai. Too bad Max and his party of loyal comrades have likely never even heard of 'that Asian thing' even if you'd think Earth Bet was rife for that style of story due to, you know, being Earth Bet.

Really, the true question is: did the Fey Kaiser was slaughtering ensure a spell or effect was cast so that the local 'Chinese except everyone is not calling themselves that because they suspect a Curse was placed on that name with the downfall of the CUI (Taylor's mother got mad)' could understand his grandstanding? Because you have to admit, they'd love being able to have a Narrative to play to. If they didn't, then was that just something done as a natural consequence of the local area being turned into a Fey Realm?

Either way, I'm sure the newcomers are going to enjoy raising the Empire of Iron, ruled by the Iron Kaiser whilst slaughtering half of the local population and being tyrants over the other half. At least until the second half of the Isekai's plot hits when suddenly actual challenges appear. That's how those go, right?

Kitsu: I have awoken to post this, and proceeded to not go over it again. I hope it's not too terrible lol.

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Thanks for reading and have a fantastic day~!